Post by Tara Fenix on May 1, 2010 11:42:15 GMT -6
.:.:.:.:Meant to be posted PRIOR to Joanne’s second RP:.:.:.:.
*The scene opens up inside of a training gym, with the camera already fixed on a wrestling ring. We see one person standing outside of the ring, leaning against it for a little bit of support…however, this is not the person that this camera was here to see. Inside the ring is the person that the camera was here for. Tara Fenix. She was currently inside the ring with two women training to get into the profession, themselves.
We see one of the women try to take Tara down with a clothesline, but she ducks underneath the arm and tosses her into the turnbuckle. The second woman grabs Tara from behind, and Tara struggles to try and get free. She manages to get a few elbows into the side of this woman’s head, and the first woman has recovered by this point and charges back at them. Tara ducks underneath a second attempted clothesline, and the second woman is taken down to the canvas! Before the first woman has a chance to react, Tara has rolled her up into a schoolgirl cover and a referee counts: One… Two… Three!
Tara rolls out of the ring, and is breathing a bit heavily as she sits on the apron of the ring. The person that was standing at ringside is finally revealed to be Doc, who would be taking on Sephiroth du Lac for the Xtreme Championship at A Night to Remember. He walked over to his sister as she sat there…*
Doc:
“Good job, sis.”
*He says with a slight bit of enthusiasm, as much as he could manage to give, and she shakes her head slightly.*
“These women don’t know what they’re doing, exactly. They’re getting there. You know Joanne and Emma aren’t going to be that easy…”
*One of the trainers that was outside of the ring walks briskly towards Tara and hands her a white towel as she gently pats it to her head. Doc sits on the apron of the ring, next to his sister.*
Doc:
“I know they’re not going to be that easy. But you can’t cut yourself short. You know you can do this. I know you can do this. You’re obviously getting prepared for it.”
“There’s only so many things that I can do to get prepared for a match where both my opponents will be gunning for me.”
Doc:
“And you did it there.”
*Doc says as he gestures back towards the ring, where the two women could be seen helping each other out and apparently talking to each other.*
“Doc, as I said: They don’t exactly know what they’re doing…they’re not going to be over that fast.”
*Tara sets the towel onto her lap, and just looks down towards the ground. Another noise kicks in in the background, and Tara turns her head to see what the trainers are watching…the camera doesn’t turn, though, and Tara just takes another deep breath. Meanwhile, Doc does reply back to Tara.*
Doc:
“Three seconds, Tara. That’s all you need to walk out with the win this Sunday!”
*Doc gets off of the apron and holds up three fingers to his sister, of course referring to the three seconds that she would need to pin one of their shoulders to the mat just long enough. It’s what she had just done inside of this training ring, after all. Dodged one move, and rolled the other up.*
Doc:
“You hear what your opponents have said since your last promo?”
*Tara simply nods her head.*
Doc:
“And what do you have to say to them?”
“I’ll deal with that in just a bit, man. You know you shouldn’t worry about what they say…you have to focus on your title match.”
Doc:
“You’re right.”
*He said while Tara pushed herself off of the apron, and put the towel around her shoulders as she walked over to where the noise was, and what she knew the trainers were doing, but the camera still had not seen.*
Doc:
“I should get going.”
“Alright. Good luck in your match.”
Doc:
“You too.”
*Doc had just walked away as Tara kept looking forward…the camera finally turned, and we could see what was going on. Several trainers were surrounding a total of four monitors, two were playing two separate matches of Joanne Canelli’s, and two were playing two separate matches of Emma Danielson. Tara glanced back and forth at each of the monitors.*
Megan watches, holding onto the top rope to slingshot herself to the outside, but Emma grabs a hold of her, spinning her around and setting her up,then planting her down with a Jagerbomb!
*One of the trainers rushes forward, with a remote control in one hand quickly hitting the pause button as he moves forward. He points at the monitor, showing Emma Danielson sending Megan Kane down to the canvas with the Jagerbomb.*
Trainer #1:
“You have to look out for that, Tara! That kept Megan Kane down long enough for a three count, it could definitely do the same to you!”
“I understand that. But if you rewind it a little bit, I think I saw something that could definitely play into my advantage…”
*The trainer hands Tara the remote, and she hit’s the rewind button until it gets to the point that she was wanting to see:*
Megan grabs the goddess and nails a side russian leg sweep. Emma backs off for a short running start and lands a diving knee drop onto Cleos chest. Megan and Emma look at the fallen Cleo, then at each other. They high five in the middle of the ring.
Simon Daye: Looks like they're gonna team up a bit to take on a mutual enemy.
Willy Carter: Women be crazy..
Emma grabs onto Megans hand in the high five and nails her with a vicious short arm lariat.
Simon Daye: Looks like they're gonna team up a bit to take on a mutual enemy.
Willy Carter: Women be crazy..
Emma grabs onto Megans hand in the high five and nails her with a vicious short arm lariat.
“That, right there. I mean…it sounds like they want to take the fight directly to me, and eliminate me from the equation. Can Joanne really trust her not to do the same?"
*A second trainer chirps in.*
Trainer #2:
“I think that Joanne does know about the odds. Their plan is to eliminate you, then go at each other. She’ll probably avoid the celebration."
*Tara nods her head a little, and just hit’s the play button before handing the remote back.*
Trainer #1:
“Not to mention that you don’t want to be their punching bag. If they’re coming after you, I’m going to have to say that you need to pick your opportunities very, very carefully. Get out of the ring if you have to. You know Joanne is going to---”
“Yeah, she’s going to call in her managers if she has to. I know.”
Trainer #1:
“Alright, good. We should get back to training. If there’s a way to reverse any of their signature maneuvers, we will find it, and you will be prepared for any and all scenarios.”
“It sounds good. Thanks for your time. I appreciate it. I’m going to speak to the camera first, and then we’ll get back to training, alright?”
Trainer #1:
“Great! It’s always an honor to work with you, Tara.”
*Tara walks away from the area, as the trainers are going back to the tapes of all the matches that Joanne and Emma had throughout their careers. In and out of NCW. The scene shifts into the office of the training gym, where Tara is sitting down in one of the chairs just staring directly into the camera, prepared to speak towards her opponents.*
Just two more days until A Night to Remember would take place. I knew what they had said during their little promos…and for days, I’ve been kind of wondering why it is that they want to take me out. I understand what Joanne Canelli has against me, after our first two weeks in NCW. What did Emma have against me? Jealousy.
“Considering that I decided to speak a little bit too smart for both of you during my last promo, I’ve taken the time to think of ways that I could dumb this one down. However, I’m not going to get to the point, right away. There are a few things that I have to address…”
I looked deeply into the camera, and couldn’t help but show a smirk off.
“One of the main things that comes to mind is this idea that both of you are getting to coexist with each other, in order to eliminate me from the equation. I’ve heard Joanne offer it, I’ve heard Emma offer it…consider it accepted between you two.”
How could they tell me that it wasn’t, if they tried? They both seemed to be out to get me, and what better way did they really have.
“Real quickly, this takes me to my last promo in which everything I mentioned was turned at me - I offered you the chance, Emma, to team up with me during the match…to eliminate Joanne Canelli from the equation. Eliminate those three buffoons from the entire match. How did you respect? You verbally attacked me! So…I get an idea and you steal it, it becomes gold. You’re seen as the originator of that plan. People think you’re so smart for being able to repeat my idea against me. Great job!”
I clapped my hands together slowly. I really wanted to let it get under their skin and let them know that I’m just mocking them right now. I know that I offered Emma Danielson a chance to eliminate Joanne from the equation, but she snapped at me.
“I questioned this. I questioned why you two would want to work together to take me out of the picture, and supposedly have this “one-on-one” contest. The answer was sitting in front of me all along, and it was so obvious! I am the best out of the three of us. I know what you’re both going to say, so don’t bother. Emma is going to repeat herself, and talk about how I haven’t earned the respect in NCW that she has, and tell us, yet again, how she has been here since the very beginning of the women’s division in NCW, and how she deserves to be at the top of the division. Joanne Canelli is going to repeat herself by saying that she beat me, and she can do it again…she beat me with the numbers game, and by using brass knuckles.”
I felt the need to emphasize the fact that she had used brass knuckles. I can’t control how Emma thought, but I could explain it out to her, again. Emma continued to say that I was crying over it, when in fact, I wasn’t. I was pointing it out. This was my last chance this week to make it clear, verbally. She had to choose whether to accept it this time or not.
“Allow me to emphasize this for a moment: This is not crying. This is simply pointing out the fact that she used brass knuckles, and explaining the fact that she cannot defeat me without outside assistance. You seem to be really misinterpreting a lot, Emma, and simply because of the fact that you’ve mentally blinded yourself by your hate for me, and alcohol. I’ll tell you it’s one thing, right after I say it, and you’ll say it’s something else…I’ll say that I’m just pointing out facts, and you’ll say I’m crying. I’d hate to hear you on talk radio with how closed your mind seems to be.”
Truth be told, I can’t stand people who are so simple minded and closed off to ideas. I’ve always valued myself by the thought that I’ve kept an open mind to everything.
“If you both really think about that, though, think about my statement and proven fact; I am better. I am the best out of the three of us, and probably the best in the entire division. You kill what you fear. In this case, you eliminate what you fear. Both of you just happen to fear me.”
The tone of my voice went a bit low, and I still had that smirk on my face. I felt a little more cocky this time.
“You fear me because of my intelligence. You fear me because of my skill in that ring. You fear me because I’m, in every single way, superior to both of you. You fear me…for being a goddess of the ring. You. Fear. Me.”
I spoke these words very slowly, and it was the most logical idea for why they wanted me out of the picture.
“Why else would you want to eliminate me so badly? You fear that I will win, and prove everything I say to the entire world that I am the best damn thing happening in this industry!
You got yourself into a little predicament, though, Emma. I believe that you did hear my offer…my offer to extend my hand to you, and take out Joanne Canelli so that we could face each other just one-on-one. You looked at your options. And…”
I laughed for a moment, quickly getting myself back together.
“I’m not going to lie. You made the right choice. There was Joanne, and there was me. Tara. You chose to keep the evil that you know you could take out on your own, and get rid of the one that you knew you couldn’t…so, I applaud your decision. You knew that Joanne and I wouldn’t work together, ever, so that puts you in the clear. You made the best choice available to you.
Here’s the part where you want to listen. Pay attention to my words, every word! You both seem like the type of girls that would really be interested in watching movies. Any movie. I mean, let’s face it, you both are clearly not on a very intellectual level so you’re just amused easily by these movies. I really just have a question for you: Do you know those movies where all the bad guy is hiding behind his posse throughout the whole movie, then when you get to the final fight scene. They tell their posse to stay out of it. Up until they realize they can’t beat the good guy, so they have them do anything they can to get the attention of the good guy to allow the bad guy to get an opening?
I don’t like those bad guys. They’re cowards, they hide behind everyone and everything because they don’t know how to fight on their own. That’s how I see you. A coward. You can say it all you want that Reno, Rude, and Scarpaci only get involved to give you a weapon…distract the referee…hey, why don’t we just say “They’re only bashing you over the head with a tire iron, I don’t see what the big deal is!” Joanne…”
I said her name very slowly, and rubbed my palms together. I looked down towards the ground for a moment, and took a deep breath before finally staring back up at the camera and spoke these next words that came to my mind as slowly as I could.
“They’re interfering.”
That’s all they would ever do. It doesn’t matter if they just threw in some brass knuckles, or tied my shoelaces together. Anything that they do is interfering. Whether it be for Emma, Joanne, or myself. It was interfering. She could make any excuses that she wanted…this was the simple fact.
“You’re hiding behind them. You are a coward. You can’t do anything on your own…you can’t go do these “deals” on your own, you can’t go bury a body on your own, you can’t wrestle on your own, you can’t win on your own. If I keep going down this list, the only thing left that you would be able to do on your own is have an orgasm. That’s why I know that you don’t deserve a shot at Zelda Knite, or Ayla. Because you can’t do anything on your own. You’re even making sure this agreement between you and Emma is set in stone, because you can’t beat me on your own.”
Fact. She can’t beat me. I leaned back in my seat, again, and put my arm on the armrest, I even crossed my right leg over my left to get a little more comfortable in the chair.
“Back to the movies. I like those movies where the bad guy is just smarter than the good guy…he or she is just outwitting the hero throughout the entire movie, they’re not hiding behind anyone. They’ll get right in the face of the good guy and tell them exactly what they’re going to do, how they’re going to do it, and that he has no choice but to accept it for what it is. This is a bad guy. Superiority. With Hollywood, though, it always ends up where the hero sees one little opening, the narrowest of odds of being able to actually succeed with this opening…but he does. That’s Hollywood.”
Hollywood bullsh*t. I wasn’t full of myself and thought that I was out in the ring as the hero, or the good guy…I knew where I stood. I knew how society viewed me. I’m not the fan favorite, I’m just superior.
“The real world doesn’t work like that, though. Neither of you have the wits to keep up with me in that ring, considering Emma is drinking her brain away…Joanne is just a coward. I see everything that’s going to happen in the ring…I see every move that you can make, and I have the answer for everything that you’ll try. When either one of you see that opening, you should know; I’ve already seen it, and I’ve already sealed it.”
I stood up from the chair and got really close to the camera, my hand was around the optical of the camera to keep it held steady.
“Fear me for my superiority.”
I pushed the camera away, and watched the cameraman stumble a moment as he quickly hit the power button on it.
*Scene fades.*
“Considering that I decided to speak a little bit too smart for both of you during my last promo, I’ve taken the time to think of ways that I could dumb this one down. However, I’m not going to get to the point, right away. There are a few things that I have to address…”
I looked deeply into the camera, and couldn’t help but show a smirk off.
“One of the main things that comes to mind is this idea that both of you are getting to coexist with each other, in order to eliminate me from the equation. I’ve heard Joanne offer it, I’ve heard Emma offer it…consider it accepted between you two.”
How could they tell me that it wasn’t, if they tried? They both seemed to be out to get me, and what better way did they really have.
“Real quickly, this takes me to my last promo in which everything I mentioned was turned at me - I offered you the chance, Emma, to team up with me during the match…to eliminate Joanne Canelli from the equation. Eliminate those three buffoons from the entire match. How did you respect? You verbally attacked me! So…I get an idea and you steal it, it becomes gold. You’re seen as the originator of that plan. People think you’re so smart for being able to repeat my idea against me. Great job!”
I clapped my hands together slowly. I really wanted to let it get under their skin and let them know that I’m just mocking them right now. I know that I offered Emma Danielson a chance to eliminate Joanne from the equation, but she snapped at me.
“I questioned this. I questioned why you two would want to work together to take me out of the picture, and supposedly have this “one-on-one” contest. The answer was sitting in front of me all along, and it was so obvious! I am the best out of the three of us. I know what you’re both going to say, so don’t bother. Emma is going to repeat herself, and talk about how I haven’t earned the respect in NCW that she has, and tell us, yet again, how she has been here since the very beginning of the women’s division in NCW, and how she deserves to be at the top of the division. Joanne Canelli is going to repeat herself by saying that she beat me, and she can do it again…she beat me with the numbers game, and by using brass knuckles.”
I felt the need to emphasize the fact that she had used brass knuckles. I can’t control how Emma thought, but I could explain it out to her, again. Emma continued to say that I was crying over it, when in fact, I wasn’t. I was pointing it out. This was my last chance this week to make it clear, verbally. She had to choose whether to accept it this time or not.
“Allow me to emphasize this for a moment: This is not crying. This is simply pointing out the fact that she used brass knuckles, and explaining the fact that she cannot defeat me without outside assistance. You seem to be really misinterpreting a lot, Emma, and simply because of the fact that you’ve mentally blinded yourself by your hate for me, and alcohol. I’ll tell you it’s one thing, right after I say it, and you’ll say it’s something else…I’ll say that I’m just pointing out facts, and you’ll say I’m crying. I’d hate to hear you on talk radio with how closed your mind seems to be.”
Truth be told, I can’t stand people who are so simple minded and closed off to ideas. I’ve always valued myself by the thought that I’ve kept an open mind to everything.
“If you both really think about that, though, think about my statement and proven fact; I am better. I am the best out of the three of us, and probably the best in the entire division. You kill what you fear. In this case, you eliminate what you fear. Both of you just happen to fear me.”
The tone of my voice went a bit low, and I still had that smirk on my face. I felt a little more cocky this time.
“You fear me because of my intelligence. You fear me because of my skill in that ring. You fear me because I’m, in every single way, superior to both of you. You fear me…for being a goddess of the ring. You. Fear. Me.”
I spoke these words very slowly, and it was the most logical idea for why they wanted me out of the picture.
“Why else would you want to eliminate me so badly? You fear that I will win, and prove everything I say to the entire world that I am the best damn thing happening in this industry!
You got yourself into a little predicament, though, Emma. I believe that you did hear my offer…my offer to extend my hand to you, and take out Joanne Canelli so that we could face each other just one-on-one. You looked at your options. And…”
I laughed for a moment, quickly getting myself back together.
“I’m not going to lie. You made the right choice. There was Joanne, and there was me. Tara. You chose to keep the evil that you know you could take out on your own, and get rid of the one that you knew you couldn’t…so, I applaud your decision. You knew that Joanne and I wouldn’t work together, ever, so that puts you in the clear. You made the best choice available to you.
Here’s the part where you want to listen. Pay attention to my words, every word! You both seem like the type of girls that would really be interested in watching movies. Any movie. I mean, let’s face it, you both are clearly not on a very intellectual level so you’re just amused easily by these movies. I really just have a question for you: Do you know those movies where all the bad guy is hiding behind his posse throughout the whole movie, then when you get to the final fight scene. They tell their posse to stay out of it. Up until they realize they can’t beat the good guy, so they have them do anything they can to get the attention of the good guy to allow the bad guy to get an opening?
I don’t like those bad guys. They’re cowards, they hide behind everyone and everything because they don’t know how to fight on their own. That’s how I see you. A coward. You can say it all you want that Reno, Rude, and Scarpaci only get involved to give you a weapon…distract the referee…hey, why don’t we just say “They’re only bashing you over the head with a tire iron, I don’t see what the big deal is!” Joanne…”
I said her name very slowly, and rubbed my palms together. I looked down towards the ground for a moment, and took a deep breath before finally staring back up at the camera and spoke these next words that came to my mind as slowly as I could.
“They’re interfering.”
That’s all they would ever do. It doesn’t matter if they just threw in some brass knuckles, or tied my shoelaces together. Anything that they do is interfering. Whether it be for Emma, Joanne, or myself. It was interfering. She could make any excuses that she wanted…this was the simple fact.
“You’re hiding behind them. You are a coward. You can’t do anything on your own…you can’t go do these “deals” on your own, you can’t go bury a body on your own, you can’t wrestle on your own, you can’t win on your own. If I keep going down this list, the only thing left that you would be able to do on your own is have an orgasm. That’s why I know that you don’t deserve a shot at Zelda Knite, or Ayla. Because you can’t do anything on your own. You’re even making sure this agreement between you and Emma is set in stone, because you can’t beat me on your own.”
Fact. She can’t beat me. I leaned back in my seat, again, and put my arm on the armrest, I even crossed my right leg over my left to get a little more comfortable in the chair.
“Back to the movies. I like those movies where the bad guy is just smarter than the good guy…he or she is just outwitting the hero throughout the entire movie, they’re not hiding behind anyone. They’ll get right in the face of the good guy and tell them exactly what they’re going to do, how they’re going to do it, and that he has no choice but to accept it for what it is. This is a bad guy. Superiority. With Hollywood, though, it always ends up where the hero sees one little opening, the narrowest of odds of being able to actually succeed with this opening…but he does. That’s Hollywood.”
Hollywood bullsh*t. I wasn’t full of myself and thought that I was out in the ring as the hero, or the good guy…I knew where I stood. I knew how society viewed me. I’m not the fan favorite, I’m just superior.
“The real world doesn’t work like that, though. Neither of you have the wits to keep up with me in that ring, considering Emma is drinking her brain away…Joanne is just a coward. I see everything that’s going to happen in the ring…I see every move that you can make, and I have the answer for everything that you’ll try. When either one of you see that opening, you should know; I’ve already seen it, and I’ve already sealed it.”
I stood up from the chair and got really close to the camera, my hand was around the optical of the camera to keep it held steady.
“Fear me for my superiority.”
I pushed the camera away, and watched the cameraman stumble a moment as he quickly hit the power button on it.
*Scene fades.*